Virtue was vanity dressed up and waiting for applause.

A good book ... leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul.

What was a prisoner of war anyway? Less than a man, just material to be used to make the railway, like the teak sleepers and steel rails and dog spikes.

As they made their way to the coast, he bemoaned the hotel trade in the manner, Dorrigo felt, that those who love what they do bemoan their passion the most.

In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss.

The more people I am with, Dorrigo thought, the more alone I feel.

It's a fallacy to believe that age in itself brings wisdom, but one thing it infallibly brings is experience.

When the author walks onto the stage, the play is over

I'd choose truth over cake but I'd try to find a way to get both to be honest.

If you advise someone on the condition that they have to accept it, then you are an oppressor.

Only the difference between truth and lies, courage and cowardice.

If many people love me, then I must be important.

Our good purposes foreslowed are become our tormentors upon our deathbed.

Goodness in words creates trust, goodness in thinking creates depth, goodness in giving creates love.

I want to really start focusing on what I want to accomplish and what it is I want to achieve, but not micromanaging this or that and focusing on the little things.

A good man complains of no one; he does not look to faults.